Lyla
Needing to clear my head, I dressed quickly in some training outfits and headed for the training ground.
The morning air was crisp, the scent of dew on the grass calming my nerves. I know by the time I engage in a few physical exertions it would help me forget about the weird dream I had about my wolf.
I didn't want to think too much about it, since I still couldn't communicate with her or anything. So, it could all be in my head. I didn't want to hope. I started warming up. Doing simple stretches and lunges—trying to shake off the lingering emotions from the dream.
"Didn't think I'd find you here so early," a familiar voice teased.
I turned to see Ramsey at the edge of the training area, a playful smirk on his lips. He wore low-slung training pants, his muscular torso glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I was guessing he was just coming back from a run.
His amber eyes sparkled, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
